Who's Line Is It Anyways but the O5s improv in order to contain Drew Carey.

So. Drew Carey and his apostles, Wayne Brady, Collin Mochrie, and Ryan Stiles.

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desc SCP-X is the selection process for the fourth guest on a Whose Line Is It Anyways episode.

Drew Carey takes a seat and announces his signature catchphrase "welcome to whose line is it anyways where the points don't matter."

Drew Carey takes a seat and announces his signature catchphrase "welcome to whose line is it anyways where the comedy doesn't matter."

Drew Carey takes a seat and announces his signature catchphrase "welcome to whose art is it anyways where the horrors are given form."

Drew Carey takes a seat and announces his signature catchphrase "welcome to whose chaos we observe anyways, where the horrors are gleaned from afar."

Drew Carey takes a seat and announces his signature catchphrase "welcome to Picasso's art exhibit, where the layers of man are flayed until they are a skinless shape; where the monstrosity of man is put forth, laid bare, and the points truly do not matter."

[[note-to-self, bit too exposit-y, explain via video sequences and action, but have this as lead-ins.]]

The Absurdity of Improvisational Theatre
The scene opens on a castigated Wayne Brady in tears. He chokes in an attempt to swallow a large, tubular purple-props entwined inside of the guest audience member's exposed abdominal region; who lays flat on a five metallic folding-chairs1 as Ryan pantomimes throwing coals underneath, and as Colin surgically extracts the member's fingers for his "famous recipe, pigs in a blanket."

Drew Carey and most of the audience steadily rise and clip into the ceiling, unflinching— uproarious laughter and applause are heard.

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Drew Carey stands on the table and instead of announcing his signature catchphrase, he stares motionlessly at the camera for several minutes, before breaking into a speech.

"Art is dead. Democracy, a lie.

The Republic of Man — as played by Wayne as General Jean-Baptiste Carrier and Colin as a pregnant Catholic French woman and Ryan as the noose and ship — cannot be performed today. Someone is missing from the crowd. Someone is missing from the crowd.

There are four metal-chairs, but only three performers. Someone is missing from the crowd.

But all art still dies or is dying. The degradation of Western Art in particular, more focused on the spontaneity and shadow than with form and God, have left the stage-exit. We are all participants to this tragedy; this endless mockery of providence and higher-selves.

So I say to you, viewers at home, viewers in the audience, and you, specifically, you. Let us sit on the fourth seat, let us free the unconscious cosmics, let us fizzle and flatten in entropy, let us depart the Ark and learn the TalkingHead, let us commit suicide against absurdity.

Let us go lower into the Reigns of Terror."

CONTAINMENT BREACH WARNING. ALL FOUNDATION MTF ARE TO IMMEDIATELY BEGIN OPERATION FEAR IS ABSOLUT.

RESURRECTIONISTS, REVOLUTIONARIES, AND REVOCATIONS ARE TO BE QUARANTINED AND CATEGORIZED AS INFOHAZARDOUS SIMULACRUM.

INOCULANTS DISTRIBUTED TO ALL MTF.

WORLD-STATE SET TO RK-ENDLESS-REVOLUTION SCENARIO.

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